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“Well, not that you’ve done recently obviously.”
“I’ve never stuck my cock in anything weird. Have you?”
“Depends what you call weird.”
Ripley took off his shirt. “Try me.”
“My mouth. I was a very flexible ballet dancer.”
Ripley stared at him. “You’re still flexible.”
Fen grinned. “Yes I am.”
“You’re turning me on big time now.”
Fen went into the bathroom and started to clean his teeth.
Ripley followed. “How old were you when you lost your virginity?”
“Eighteen.”
It had been his eighteenth birthday and he remembered every second of the encounter. Ripley cleaned his teeth at Fen’s side.
“What about you?” Fen asked.
“Fourteen.”
Fen shot him a glance. “Wow. That’s very young.”
“I regretted it immediately. I wish I’d waited. I was in the cricket pavilion tidying up the equipment on the instruction of a prefect. Giles Donohue. He’s an MP now. Married with kids. He came in to check I’d made a good job. I had a crush on him and he knew it. He was seventeen. He locked the door. Messing around led to more messing around and… He’d come prepared. I should be thankful for that. But I never let him touch me again. I hadn’t told him no but he took advantage.”
Ripley washed his face.
“I was in a club.” Fen leaned against the towel rail. “I was supposed to be over 21, but me, Morgan and Seth got in with IDs Seth had borrowed from his brother and two of his brother’s friends. I did wonder if the guy who let us in realised, but didn’t care. Three twinks? Clearly out of their depth? The first time in a gay club for any of us and we deliberately picked leather night. And thought we’d dressed for it. We were idiots. I was so green, I even had my harness on backwards and thought I’d get away with it.”
He thought Ripley would laugh but he didn’t.
“Anyway, I’d been dancing with this older man. We… We… I know it sounds cheap and cliché, my first time in the gents of a gay club, but I really wanted it. I shouldn’t have but… Anyway, it was good, though it did hurt a bit, but the guy was careful. He didn’t realise it was my first time. He probably thought I just had a nice tight arse.”
Fen looked across at Ripley who wasn’t moving or blinking. Was Ripley judging him? “I don’t regret it.”
Well, maybe it hadn’t been the best location but there was no point in regrets.
“Which club?” Ripley’s voice sounded flat.
“Veil. Down Soho.”
Ripley sucked in a breath and disappeared into the bedroom. What was that about? Fen followed, stripping off as he went. Ripley was lying on his back on the bed, his feet on the floor, his arm over his face. Fen crawled up next to him.
“Shouldn’t I have told you?” Fen whispered.
“Depends on whether you were wearing a black studded mask with ears and had electric blue hair.”
Fen sat back. “What?”What the fuck?
Ripley moved his arm from his eyes. “What do you think?”
“Oh. Oh shit. But I mean… No way… The chances…” Ripley was wrong. There was no way he—
